Winter solstice. The world looks dim, spent, even in Rivendell. Boromir thinks of home; war; despair. His heart feels frozen.
A melody reaches him: out of the elven halls' shadows, in the white twilight, a man walks alone, chanting softly.
King , Boromir thinks. My King . The words taste forbidden on his tongue, stirring a secret thrill in his most secret thoughts.
Aragorn sings of Winter's end, of the hope Men would find in love.
When Isildur's Heir looks up at him, eyes warm, welcoming, Spring blooms in Boromir, and he lets it lead his steps outside.
To his secret hope.
Summary: Rivendell, Winter solstice.
Rated: G
Categories: LOTR FPS Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 102 Read: 665
Published: 01 Aug 2009 Updated: 01 Aug 2009